Savannah stirred awake, her body heavy with exhaustion. The soft rustling of curtains and the faint scent of fresh linen greeted her senses. Blinking against the morning light, she took in her unfamiliar surroundings.
The room was modern yet exuded a cozy, boho-chic flair. Navy-blue walls enveloped the space in a rich warmth, accented by layers of plush, patterned rugs and vibrant linens. Vintage furniture stood gracefully against the eclectic accessories—a beaded chandelier, an intricately woven textile wall hanging, and hand-carved wooden décor. It was a blend of bold colors and global textiles, a reflection of both history and comfort.
A sudden realization hit her. This wasn’t Theo’s house.
She was in the King’s castle on Red Island.
Before she could fully process that thought, the
